"I can't stand that—I'm going to save him!" cried Dutton to George Hall.
"But how can you? You can't get near the place."
"Yes, I can—there's a side window. I wonder some of us didn't think of it before. I can reach it by a short ladder, and break open the window with an axe. Here goes. You handle the hose in my place."
Before George could make any objection, Dutton had thrust the nozzle into his friend's hand and was running toward the powder house. On his way he caught up a light ladder and a fire axe that was on one of the hose reel carts.
"Where are you going, Dutton?" called Major Webster.
"To get Dick's dog—out through the window. I can do it all right."
"Come back!" cried the major, but the cadet did not heed.
Dick was having his hands full with the hose and for a moment he did not see what his former enemy had done. The fire was a little less fierce now, as the material on which it fed had been nearly all consumed, but the door was blazing in spots. They played water on it, but as fast as one area of fire was extinguished it would break out in another.
There came a crash of glass and a cry from Dutton.
"I'm in! Look out for Grit. Here he comes—through the window!"